We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
We are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks.
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.